Yesterday was another gallery jaunt. We were in the city so decided to check out the Museum of Contemporary Art. We parked at the top and wound our way down through the Rocks, the old part of the city. I love the cut-ins, the stairs, the little cafes tucked in the back where you descend upon them.
The old peppercorn tree, green twisted and huge reminding me of my doggy Tim buried under the one in my old home.
And in the cutaway, a glimpse through the tunnel-like cave to light. At the bottom was the ice-cream truck or Mr Whippy as we call him. It reminded me of Greensleeves -the ding ding dingty ding theme played by the old ice-cream trucks. I loved this tune, not because of the drippy choc sundaes and nuts but because my first barbie doll. Her name was Queen Guinevere- I don’t know if I named her or if she came that way dressed in lush purple velvet and gold.
A day of coloured memories – vermillion and reds, pinks and soft greens and lush purples.